Sorry about the waiting, but this is a big one, so yeah. Read and enjoy!
And no, they're not mine, I know it's been a while, but I haven't quite saved up yet:P...


Hodges sat up and straightened his back. He looked around the room and down on his legs stretching against the table. Yesterdays actions came back to him and he realized what he had done. Pulling closest garment around him and using it to try cover himself up, he tried to remember the all details from yesterday. He put his hands on his wrinkled shirt and then his head and gasped in despair. His nervous breakdown was put on hold when he suddenly felt a hand reach up grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back down on the table.

"Here, I'll fix your hair" Wendy said trying to straighten Hodges's brown curls back into its usual and always neatly combed position. "You and your OCD" she said and laughed.

Hodges looked around and gulped, despite Wendy's relaxed exterior, he was worried.

"Wendy, what if someone comes in here and sees us!" he said with a tense and uncomfortable look on his face.
"Relax Hodgey! Except for Grissom and Greg's case, this has been one of the slowest weeks in the history of Vegas!" Wendy said jokingly, "Don't you think the CSI:s are going to want to enjoy their very rare weekend off?" Wendy raised her eye brows and stared condescendingly at Hodges.

"I guess…" Hodges muttered in defeat. "And by the way" Wendy continued, "You're the only one arrogant enough to drop in unannounced" She rolled her eyes and giggled.


Wendy jumped of the table and started looking for her clothes. Lifting boxes of evidence-material and moving chairs she eventually found her bra. She turned around and begun putting it on, her fingers fiddling around the hook. She saw Hodges disappointed expression when she looked over her shoulder. The locker clicked and she turned around. "What?" she said.
"Hm?" Hodges said confused, returning from his trance-like state. "…I-eh…just…"
Wendy laughed. "What? Just, just "they're perfect"?"

She tried not to laugh when seeing Hodges change colour, into that well familiar blushing-red nuance. She failed miserably.

Finding her shirt was easier; it was lying thrown on the floor right by the table. She went over to it, bent down and picked it up. She stood up and began buttoning it. "I can take that DNA sample now"
Finally feeling more comfortable, Hodges opened his mouth

"I think you already did" he said smiling broadly. Wendy put her arms on her hips and pierced him with her murder eyes, "I was talking about the knife!" The goofy grin on Hodges disappeared and turned into a nervous laughter. "Oh" he just said and looked down on his hands. "…Well?" she said after seeing that Hodges hadn't gotten her wink. "Oh oh, the knife, right!" Hodges said and started looking in the pile of clothes lying next to him, it was folded of course. He found it and gave the bag to Wendy. Feeling slightly under-dressed he put on his well ironed pants and picked up a mirror from his pocket.
"Are you serious Hodges?!" Wendy said almost screaming with laughter.
Hodges felt another wave of embarrassment wash over him as he put the mirror back inot his pocket.
"We have to do something about that, you can't go around like this all your life! In your dull shirts and well ironed pants, and that mirror is out! You're so "neat" and everything not like you is so "nasty", you know what? We're going shopping you and I, we have to get you something that doesn't look like it belongs to an old man!"

Hodges stared at Wendy,
was she serious? Did she really think he looked like an old man?

He didn't care what other people thought if him, it wasn't exactly popularity that had made him switch labs to the LV one in the first place, but he did care about what Wendy thought.
"Ok" he said. "I'll go with you"


I imagine Hodges is probably the only one on the planet that gets more anxious than me going clothes shopping... I have no idea how this will work out either, so we'll see. And comment me happy!